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BIOGRAPHY OF LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI

BIOGRAPHY OF LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI

I am your own little poet

No words in a poem could describe you

Ye konsa podha hai ?

Biographical Sketch of Lukman Nurudeen

LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI, POET/WRITER/ACTIVIST. Nigerian writer Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi born to Yoruba parents in Oyo town of Oyo State in Nigeria which is known as the Giant of Africa, on 10 January, 2002. The young writer whose full name is LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI OYETUNJI ISOLA, aka LONIA, is a poet, novelist, essayist, peace and humanitarian activist. His journey into writing began at a very tender age of 8, and since then, he grown to become a figure in the realm of writing worldwide.

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

Distracted Poet

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Poetry

This is a amazing potery

Thee one

It's a short love story which ended with friendzone but the guy is not giving up on her

THE MUSE BEHIND THE POET

A thousand times you must wonder, While sitting down and you ponder, On what makes a poet such a wonder. Why his poems are so good, Why his words seem as though food. Does he ever gets tired? Or like some Devine, is he wired? You feel his every pulse, You wish to know his muse, And why his words though piercing bear no abuse. You feel better after reading his every piece, For it soothes your craving for deeper piece. Is he a god? For he wields his quill like a rod. He gives you much joy, And yet

Another human on my head

Apple head

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Poet

When did I?

When did I lose myself? Was it when I was told their dreams were mine? Or was it when I was gonna die? Was it when I came to exist? Or when I questioned why do I exist? The day I looked upto admire someone, That day I realised what wasn't mine, My aim in life wasn't minr, Because I've been a naive little child. The show, is it really mine? Or am I a puppet in this being ruled by people behind? If I break the strings, Will I still be alive? Or will I be dead, And be refined with a knife? I am pil

I'll Never Forget

When i Miss her..... And write down my feelings.

dark

This is the new chapter for a man that have good manner, who became more stronger. that his personality became more darker.